the city of lonely souls

The city of lonely souls

The day of work; the night of free

Yet the lonely souls aren't living

They live let the time ticking by

They say the city life

A hot bed of lusts and desires

Besides opportunities of many kinds

When darkness falls the lonely souls cry

Many will jam in hot spots

Hoping to get laid hoping to get a date

But the chemistry sometimes isn't there

A time goes away a night of nothing

The mama girls; the paid hostesses

They need to get sacked and the cock screws

But the work they do aren't love but lusts

For the money but souls are empty

The city of lonely souls

It is still the same tale

Work opportunities but lonely nights

I left the scenes long long time ago

But a friend says it has changed

There are many hot spots and malls

The landscapes have reformed

But I know it is still the lonely nights